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Gabriella sighed as her mom dropped her off at her new school. East Side High. For the strangest reason, saying those three words made thunder crackle ominously, even though it was sunny out.

"Oh well, whatever." thought Gabriella as she made her way towards the cheerily painted front doors of said educational institution.

All around her, people milled around in slightly too-bright clothes, chatting with one another, smiles more plastic than picnic cutlery plastered all over their faces.

As she walked, Gabriella noticed that this particular school seemed to actually embrace stereotypes, small clusters of goths and skaters warily circling each other like lions on the National Geographic channel here, nerds grouped together over there.

On the far end of the school grounds, a commotion broke out as a whole team of jocks suddenly exited a bus, whooping and hollering like lunatics. She ignored them, of course, striding purposefully into the building instead.

After getting her affairs in order at the school office, she was shown to her homeroom. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and entered.

Once Gabriella stepped into the room, she noticed a few things.

One, everyone seemed to be ignoring her, which was fine.

Two, everyone seemed to be seated according to stereotype, the front of the class filled by obvious nerds, then jocks, followed by drama geeks, skaters and finally goths in the back row.

Seriously, what was up with these people?

The third thing she noticed was that a girl in an obscenely sparkly outfit was fluffing her shiny blonde hair, an aura that screamed 'BITCH!' emanating from her every pore. The amount of glittering pink-ness on her person was enough to make Gabriella try to shield her eyes with her hand, which she did. Beside this strange creature of pink glitter and hairspray, a boy wearing a black fedora smiled shyly at her, before turning back to the blonde.

Mercifully, the homeroom teacher, an enormous creature swaddled in a hideous shawl-thing, beads criss-crossing her neck and huge glasses that magnified the fine veins in her dull, yellow eyes assigned her a seat after an uninterested introduction , which she all but dove towards.

Ah, yes. She could feel the familiar hostility of her peers, the collective hatred from the roomfull of people boring into the back of her skull.

Suddenly, her cellphone vibrated, indicating that she had just received a text message. Pulling it out from her pocket, she opened it, and stared curiously at the screen. It was an unidentified number, and all it said was 'Hi. Remember me?'

As she sat there, trying to figure out who the hell had sent her that message, a shadow loomed over her desk. Ms. Darbus, in all her weird old-lady glory stared at her maliciously, a bucket in her hand. "No cellphones in my class, miss Montez. See me after class for your detention." she hissed, sending small drops of spittle shooting towards Gabriella. Dropping her phone into the bucket, the brown-haired girl watched as the shawled cow that was her teacher walked around the class, collecting cellphones and handing out detentions left and right.

"Bitch." Gabriella thought bitterly.

Time flew by quickly after that, and soon the period was over.

"Okay maggots, here's your detention. You hooligans are going to work as stagehands on the set of the school's next musical. I need someone who can do the painting, and I'm going to need some people to help stuff the camel..."

Gabriella was only half listening. The group of people around her all had expressions of varying boredom on their faces as Ms. Darbus went on. One boy, however, seemed vaguely familiar...

Shit. It's that what's-his-face from the lodge, and he was still staring at her boobs. Ignoring the old cow droning on in front of her, Gabriella stormed up to the boy, where she stared jabbing him in the chest as she began screaming.

"GET YOUR FUCKING EYES OFF MY FUCKING BOOBS YOU FUCKING PIECE OF VOMIT!"

Finally, he tore his eyes from her chest, the shocked silence of everyone present making the furious pounding in her temples all the more pronounced. Then, grabbing her backpack, she turned towards Ms. Darbus, casually nodded once and left the room.


A/N: Okay guys, here's where I'm going to need your help. See, I've never actually seen any of the movies fully, so if it's not too much trouble, could someone tell me what happens next? Hehehe I know, I'm not a real fan of this fandom...